NOVPUB"East Ocean Daoist School, Zheng Wentian, Level 4."
Standing on the platform, Zheng Wentian took a deep breath, with the words of Zi Yang True Monarch flashing through his mind.
’Am I going to lose...’
Level 4 Zheng Wentian, who practiced the Sun Flame Diagram specially provided by the Heavenly Court.
The main focus of the Human Figure route was the power of the Primordial Spirit, and the characteristic of the Sun Flame Diagram was its ability to transform the power of the Primordial Spirit into Samadhi True Fire.
This Samadhi True Fire could transform into various forms for attack and defense, with both offensive and defensive powers far exceeding the Nine Suns Holy Power that Zheng Wentian had during Level 3, initially cultivated by Zheng Wentian to defeat Zhou Bai.
Even more formidable was the fact that this Samadhi True Fire existed by burning the power of the Primordial Spirit, whether it be the opponent’s or one’s own; once contaminated, it would continue to burn along with the Primordial Spirit power.
The monk from Beihai City looked at Zheng Wentian strangely, "Classmate, shall we start?"
Seeing that Zheng Wentian had no reaction, the monk tentatively attacked and saw fiery lights burst out on Zheng Wentian’s body, forming a flame shield to protect him.
Under the pressure of one realm, coupled with the superiority of the Samadhi True Fire, the monk’s barrage of attacks temporarily failed to break Zheng Wentian’s defense.
Zheng Wentian wanted to counterattack, but the memory of that majestic silhouette kept him from harboring any thoughts of resistance.
For Zheng Wentian, who had grown up in Central City and witnessed the authority of the Heavenly Court and the power of the gods, the Heavenly Court was his entire world; how could he possibly resist.
Just when he was gradually planning to withdraw the Samadhi True Fire, a voice echoed in his heart.
"Wentian, are you going to concede?"
Zheng Wentian was slightly startled, with a hint of disbelief in his eyes, "Hallucination? Am I hallucinating?" 𝑛𝘰𝑣𝑝𝑢𝑏.𝘤𝑜𝘮
"It’s not a hallucination, it’s me. Can’t you recognize my voice?"
Zheng Wentian murmured in his heart, "Is that you, Brother Zihua? Where are you? How are you talking to me?"
Zheng Zihua, Zheng Wentian’s brother, also one of the numerous sons of Zi Yang True Monarch. The reason Zheng Wentian felt shocked hearing this voice in his heart was because Zheng Zihua was supposed to have died five years ago from a cultivation deviation.
"I’m in the spectator stands using telepathy to communicate with you, but with so many people, you won’t be able to find me."
Zheng Wentian exclaimed excitedly, "Brother Zihua! Weren’t you mutated? You’re still alive?"
"I am alive, of course, I am alive." The other party sneered, "Wentian, Zi Yang old geezer wants you to concede, right? Don’t listen to him, go all out in the fight, and make sure the South Mountain Daoist School, which they support, doesn’t win this contest of the Four Great Daoist Schools."
Zheng Wentian listened in astonishment to the other’s words, excitedly saying, "Brother, how can you refer to Father like that."
"Father? You regard him as a father, has he ever regarded us as his sons?" The other party coldly said, "Wentian, we are humans, not gods. Do you know how Ziyi, Zihua, Wending, and Weiming died? Let me tell you..."
Zheng Wentian’s expression grew increasingly solemn, with emotions swirling inside him, the Samadhi True Fire, centered on his body, kept swirling and spreading, completely covering his body.
The monk looked at the overwhelming flames, furrowing his brow, just as he was thinking of a way to deplete the opponent’s Primordial Spirit power, he saw the countless flames around the opponent transform into eighteen types of weapons the next moment, whooshing towards him.
After the Samadhi True Fire had been condensed into a weapon, its movement speed increased by more than ten times compared to before.
And once it slightly collided, it would explode abruptly, resembling a high-powered bomb, spreading in all directions. Once it touched the opponent’s Primordial Spirit force, it would continue to burn along the Primordial Spirit force, and they could only abandon a part of their Primordial Spirit force.
Under this fierce offensive, the great monk was utterly disheveled and chose to surrender after just over ten seconds.
Following that, West Mountain Dao School, Beihai Dao School, and South Mountain Dao School each sent their third and second realm monks to consume resources, but all were swept away by Zheng Wentian.
With his fourth realm human map strength, the powerful Samadhi True Fire, and the profoundness of his Primordial Spirit force, Zheng Wentian successively eliminated many third and second realm participants, making the Eastern Dao School suddenly have the most remaining contenders.
Zhou Bai, looking at Zheng Wentian on the stage, said, "This guy is really going all out today. Now Beihai Dao School has only three people left, South Mountain Dao School has two, and West Mountain Dao School also has only two left. Let’s see... including Zheng Wentian, we still have eight people."
On the other side, in the South Mountain Dao School team, only Cang Ming and Li Gui were left able to go on stage, but there was not a hint of panic on their faces.
Cang Ming shook his head, "Zheng Wentian, this immortal prodigy, really is a spoiled brat. Being the only fourth realm monk from Eastern City, he is using his power to exhaust the lower level monks from the other three great Daoist Schools. Eastern Dao School has already been eliminated."
"Li Gui, he is now at the end of his strength. You go up and deal with him, then clean up the other fourth realm masters."
Thus, Li Gui stepped onto the platform.
"South Mountain Dao School, fifth realm, Li Gui."
He looked at Zheng Wentian in front of him and transmitted his voice, "Zheng Wentian, Zi Yang True Monarch must have told you that the champion of this competition has already been decided to be from the Evil Sect’s South Mountain Dao School, right?"
Zheng Wentian was slightly stunned, "What are you trying to say? I am me, Zi Yang True Monarch is Zi Yang True Monarch, he has his thoughts, and I have mine. I am not his puppet."
"A naive resistance, you won’t change anything..." Disdainfully glancing at Zheng Wentian, Li Gui said indifferently, "I am coming."
Suddenly, his figure flashed, and a burst of air instantly crossed the entire platform, violently scattering in all directions from the path of his sprint, whipping up a fierce windstorm.
By the time Zheng Wentian heard the roaring sound of the air bursting near his ear, a large hole had already been blown through his Samadhi True Fire, sending him flying out of the ring, landing outside.
Zheng Wentian, shocked, looked at Li Gui on the platform, ’This guy’s speed... I couldn’t see it at all?’ He couldn’t help but lower his head, bitterly thinking, ’Such a powerful fifth realm... Has Heaven really arranged everything?’
Li Gui killed Zheng Wentian in one move, and although Zheng Wentian was exhausted from many consecutive victories, the speed displayed by Li Gui still amazed everyone.
In the VIP seats, someone said, "Isn’t this Li Gui originally a student of the Heavenly Dao Academy? And he’s already at the fifth realm, participating in the competition between the four schools, doesn’t that seem a bit against the rules?"
People began discussing among themselves, but then they heard Ming Yue Immortal saying, "Rules are dead, but people are alive. Although Li Gui often studies in the Dao Academy, he is nominally still a student of South Mountain Dao School.
The competition of the Four Great Daoist Schools is about cooperation and exchange. Don’t take your sectarian views too seriously. Li Gui, after studying in Heaven, is willing to bring back advanced cultivation techniques to exchange in the Four Great Daoist Schools, which is a good thing.
Or do you think that once someone goes to Heaven, they become unrelated to the Four Great Daoist Schools?"
Faced with what Ming Yue Immortal said, the venue suddenly fell silent.
Watching Ming Yue Immortal, who had persuaded many leaders in just a few sentences, Meng Ruocun couldn’t help but flash a longing look, hoping that as he continued his cultivation, he could one day possess the power and authority of Ming Yue Immortal today.
On the other side, as it was Eastern Dao School’s turn again, Lu Wanzhen, Jiang Weishan, and others were discussing who to send up when they saw Zhou Bai slowly walking towards the platform.
